A/N Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)

"What happened?" Tyrion asked when he entered the chambers of the Hand of the King.

Mace Tyrell was sitting with Grand Maester Gormon. He threw the piece of parchment to the edge of the table closer to Tyrion. "Wildlings."

Tyrion raised his eyebrows. "Wildlings?" He picked the letter and started to read. Rosemary read it too.

"Wildlings have climbed the Wall and are south of it. The Night's Watch can't stop them. They are too few. And they lost many men when Jeor Mormont led them north of the wall. He was killed there. The rest of the men appointed another man to his place." Mace Tyrell explained.

Tyrion's eyes jumped to the name in the end of the letter. "Fuck me." He commented surprised and amused.

Rosemary scowled. "What?"

"Who knew Ned's bastard would be Lord Commander of the crows at the age of seventeen?" He chuckled.

"Do you know him? This Jon Snow?" She asked.

"Yes. I spent some time in the Wall with him, when he was first sent there. It was after the royal trip to Winterfell and before I went south and got captured by Catelyn Stark." He smirked as he reminded that episode. "Well, the little bastard says the wildlings are running free to the south. And that a huge army of wights was seen north of the wall. Wights?" Tyrion laughed. "I wonder what else is coming..."

"This seems serious." Rosemary said, without understanding Tyrion's amusement.

"But of course it is. That's why I'm laughing. So I won't cry." He sat down on a chair and said now seriously. "So we have one more threat to deal with."

"Do you know anything about these wights?" Rosemary asked.

Tyrion smirked remembering the moment when Ser Allister Thorne showed up in King's Landing with a black hand, barely recognizable as a hand, and a proof of the existence of wights, he had said.

"Wights? Those are old tales..." Grand Maester Gormon began saying but Tyrion interrupted him. "They might be old tales but it doesn't make them less true." Tyrion then proceeded to tell them about Ser Allister and the black hand and about his own time spent in the Wall.

"I was there and I believe this kid, Jon. The question is, what are we going to do about it." Tyrion said in the end.

"If the wights tale is true we can't do anything about it. How do we fight them?" Mace Tyrell asked.

"Fire." Maester Gormon simply replied.

They all looked at each other with doubt.

"And the wildlings?" Tyrion asked.

"We don't have any more armies or men to send north. We already have those going with Robb Stark and my son Garlan. Those are the only ones we can send." Mace Tyrell replied firmly.

"Let's hope then that they beat the Greyjoys and the Bolton bastard so they can go north to the Wall." Tyrion said.

"Maybe this wildlings' thing is good." Rosemary said to everyone's surprise.

Tyrion looked at her confused. Maybe it's the pregnancy affecting her mind. Some women do get a little weird during that time... "Good?" He asked puzzled.

"Well, in the meantime, while Robb and Garlan fight the Greyjoys, the wildlings can weaken Bolton's army, if they are really south of the Wall like Jon Snow says."

Tyrion raised an eyebrow. The idea was not so absurd. "Well, yes. I hadn't thought of that. Perhaps you are right, my lady wife." He smiled at her.

Mace Tyrell nodded. "So I'm going to send a message saying we got the news and tell them not to worry about the wildlings because help will arrive. I won't however tell the details or even mention Robb or my son, so if this falls on the wrong hands they won't know. As for the wights..." Lord Tyrell looked at his uncle Gormon.

"Well, wights are killed by fire but if he means Others..." The old man seemed scared.

"More old tales, Maester?" Tyrion said ironically.

Maester Gormon just shrugged.

"Well, maybe we could send the Targaryen girl and her fire breathing dragons to the Wall, no?" Tyrion joked but nobody laughed.

Mace Tyrell and Maester Gormon were left to write the message and Tyrion and Rosemary went back to their chambers.

"Are you feeling all right, Rose?" Tyrion asked watching the somber look on his wife face.

"To be honest, not really. These recent news... I heard stories about the Others..."

"You don't have to be scared, my sweet Rose. I promise you that no harm will come to you or our child. I will protect you." He tried to reassure her but he was not very sure himself about what he was saying.